Robyn’s POV
I found myself in a place I didn’t recognize. When I woke up, a man was there, explaining that I’d been out for a while due to injuries from the King’s Game. A woman in a maid uniform confirmed that this man had saved me.
Turns out, I was at the main headquarters of Leonamon, a company that had revolutionized many modern aspects of the world. They had developed vehicles that made travel far smoother than traditional carriages and had built extensive infrastructure and roads to facilitate these vehicles. And apparently, the man who had saved me was the owner of the Leonamon enterprise.
Why did the owner of the world’s largest enterprise save me? I couldn’t shake the question from my mind, and the answer still eluded me. I couldn’t grasp his motivation for rescuing me. Usually, such an act might come with a hidden agenda or some ulterior motive. Maybe he wanted something from me, or else, why would he have saved me?
For now, I chose to be wary but optimistic. Dwelling on negativity wouldn’t help me move forward.
The man who came to my rescue didn’t seem bad at all. In fact, “cute” felt like an understatement. He was undeniably handsome, with a striking presence that made the term “cute” seem inadequate.
Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there had to be a catch. It was hard to believe that he saved me without some hidden motive. For the moment, though, I followed everyone’s instructions.
The maid made it clear that I couldn’t leave until I was completely healed. Natasha, the doctor here, reassured me that this place was the pinnacle of modern medicine, with unparalleled expertise in biology and human anatomy. She strongly suggested that I stay until I was fully recovered. Her professional demeanor put me at ease, and I found it hard to question her sincerity.
As I roamed the hallways, their pristine white walls gleaming under the soft lights, I felt like I had stepped into another world. The corridors were so immaculate and dreamlike that they seemed almost too perfect to be real. Yet, the vividness of it all made it clear that this was no dream.
“I wonder what happened to the captain?” I murmured to myself. We were together when that Prince’s attack hit us, but she wasn’t here with me now. I hoped she was okay.
As those thoughts lingered in my mind, a month had passed since I’d arrived here. The woman in the maid uniform approached me and spoke.
“I want you to walk with me, Miss Robyn,” she said.
This was it. This had to be the catch I’d been waiting for. I started thinking about escaping, but considering how this place was a labyrinth of endless white corridors, I couldn’t see how I’d manage it. I’d wandered all over, but the layout was impossible to figure out. It felt like the place was designed to disorient you, twisting and turning like a maze that led you in circles no matter which way you went.
I had no idea where she was taking me. The woman leading me was stunning, with brown bobbed hair and a very generous bust. I couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure. Glancing down at my own chest, I knew “busty” wasn’t a word anyone would use to describe me—more like modest. And her butt… well, it was definitely more well-defined than mine.
“You’re probably suspicious,” she said as we walked. “But I assure you, Leonamon doesn’t intend you any harm. Still, I know you’re not going to be satisfied with just that, and you’ve been waiting for the catch, so I’m going to do you a favor and give you the catch you’re expecting.”
We arrived at a white wall. Why had we stopped? As I questioned it in my mind, the wall suddenly opened, revealing a hidden room.
“H-Huh?” I stammered, confused. Had there been a room there all along? But the room was small, barely big enough to fit eight people if they squeezed in tightly.
“Let’s go inside,” she said, stepping in first. I hesitated but eventually followed her into the cramped space, wondering what we were going to do in such a tiny room.
Suddenly, she pressed something, and the walls closed in, trapping us inside. I tensed up, expecting something to happen, maybe even an attack. I was ready for it—confident that if she tried anything, I could handle it. After all, I was still a magic knight, trained to defend myself and fight back. But she didn’t attack. Instead, she stood there with her back to me, completely calm, as if the thought of attacking me hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Suddenly, I felt the ground beneath me start to rise.
“W-What is this?” I asked, alarmed.
“It’s called an elevator,” she replied calmly. “It’s a room that, as the name suggests, elevates you—or lowers you—to different levels of the building.”
The concept was entirely foreign to me. How many of these “elevators” did this place have? No wonder it felt like a labyrinth; there were so many hidden things here.
After a moment, I heard a soft “ding,” and the walls slid open again. We were now on a different level of the building. After a short walk, we stopped at another room.
“I want you to work with these people,” she said, her tone both firm and inviting. “Master insists, but if you’re uncomfortable, you can decline. Just, please, give it some thought.”
She opened the door, and I was immediately hit by the sounds of swords clashing, shields being struck, arrows whizzing through the air, and various other training noises. I peered inside and saw six women, all in the midst of intense training.
“These are the Shadows,” she explained. “They’re Master’s bodyguards, though they’re rarely needed since Master can handle himself. Instead, they serve as intelligence operatives—spies, information gatherers. They operate in the shadows, hence the name.”
As she spoke, all six women turned their gaze towards me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.
